‘Married? I’m too young to get hitched. Besides, I never want to get married,’ he said looking at her with a smug smile. ‘I wanna be a one of ...hose bachelors that they have in those Playboy magazines. ‘Then, why would I show a man that I’m not marrying my tit?’ She pulled away from him. ‘I’m a one man kind of girl and these tits are not for you to see. Take me home, please.’ ‘C’mon, Susan, can’t you take a joke? If I was going to marry anyone, I’d marry you. You know that, Sweetie Pie,’ he said. My mind was in high gear, and I knew that I didn't comprehend every aspect of the situation. I was behind the curve on all of this. I came to one realization; everything was moving way too fast."Bev, I like to be in control. I mean to say that I like to SEEM to be in control, but that isn't always the case. I hate to admit it, but I'm a little concerned that I might do or say something that could put us all in some serious trouble. It's very, very important that if you think we're headed in the. When that didn’t look right to her, she reordered them by color palette. Just as she was finishing with the paint organization, she heard the roar of his jeep’s engine. Okay, what now? What now? She didn’t want it to seem like she was waiting by the door for him to get home. If that were the case, she might as well have pushed her face up against the glass of the living room window. It had to look like she was doing something. She ran up the stairs two at a time, grabbed her reading novel off. . waiting for me to choose who I could picture him to be.. somebody real, somebody I ought not to, somebody forbidden. My housemate’s fiance, a colleague from my office, my manager maybe, the fruitseller, the salesman, my doctor..I stuck with the image of Shamboo in his botanical garden. I was picking pace with my stroking. I put my housemate with him in my fantasy. She is about 27 years of age, her figure is quite elegant like a vase. Her complexion pale, her hair is long, straight and silky..